With temps in the 80s this week, make your rosé frozé and wear clothes that don't cling.

This post originally ran July 8, 2016. Too good not to share all over again.

You can pretty much guarantee my day winds down with a cocktail or a glass of wine; it's a nod to my late grandfather but also a call to a time where cocktails were curated and had in good company. Lately due to the heat, I've been adding ice to my drinks (don't toss me to the wolves just yet) to keep me cool. Inspired by the refreshing chill, I wanted to take it a step further by turning it into a shaved ice dessert.

While any wine would work, I love the summery touch rosé brings to the mix, and who doesn't love this pale pink color? I swear it's as simple as toss, blend, and freeze. Would you expect anything else when it comes to The Great Vibes Guide? I hope you enjoy (and make it every night to satisfy your cool cravings and cocktail affairs). Cheers! Xx.

Rosé Shaved Ice

Ingredients:

Recipe:

1. Add all of the ingredients to a blender and blend on high*. 2. Pour contents into a baking pan (or loaf pan like I did) and freeze 12 hours or overnight.3. Pull from the freezer, and taking a fork, drag across the top to shave the ice.4. Spoon into bowls or stemless wine glasses.5. Serve, eat, & enjoy!

Note:

* I used about 1-2 cups of wine and then filled my blender to the top with ice. Play around with the measurements until it works for you. It has a very fruity, light on the alcohol, icy taste and is not at all overwhelmingly wine tasting. Please note that everyone's preferences are different when it comes to alcohol. If you find this is too weak or strong, adjust accordingly. If you feel like you messed up completely, pop it back into a blender, add more ice or wine, and then try it again. Don't cry over spilled cocktail is all I'm saying ;).

+ What's your favorite way to drink Rosé?

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I'll be sharing one of my favorite cocktails this week (pulling it from the 2016 archives), but find this one to be serious inspo -- green drinks and refreshing to boot? Count me in. The real question is: will this make me like gin finally?

I love the messy bun juxtaposed with the pulled together silks and jewelry. It looks cool, relaxed, and everything you'd want for a cocktail hour outside or date night.

no bake meals

do. not. turn. the. oven. on. just don't do it. Instead, slice some veggies, throw down some grapes, and go crazy with the dips and cheese for a meal you'll want to have on repeat but won't leave you fanning your face to enjoy.

Mental health is important. So at The Great Vibes Guide, we own it, we celebrate it, and we make time to be honest when we’re sad. Below you'll find five pieces of inspiration to hopefully chase the blues away. Xx.

champagne

I know I don't need to tell you again how real the love of champagne is over here, but just in case you forgot, these 10 quotes will have you going to pick up some bubbly and toasting the greats.

I've been dreaming of a bar cart for too darn long --re: the dozens upon dozens of setups I've pinned. Seeing this bold lip print and pineapple, along with the pops of pink, has me utterly convinced I need to redesign my apartment ASAP. Also, that bottle holder *heart eyes*. When sad, try to dream a little, even if it's about bar carts.

When I'm sad, I spend time planning parties -- weddings for my friends, my best friend's birthday bashes, cozy dinner parties. Sometimes, I create them around cocktail recipes. This recipe makes me think of a simple Saturday afternoon with girlfriends. Mix up a batch of these margaritas to go with some mango pineapple salsa, blue corn tortilla chips, and a playlist that has you wanting to dance. Decorations not required.

some days, disappearing into a world someone else has created is the only way to survive -- whether that be in novels, poetry, or art. I've found myself drawn to art created for short poetry, and they usually look like errant emotions someone has pulled all together and stored for safe keeping on a page.

buy a plant

sometimes you need to be in charge of something's life to make you feel like living. A plant that is hard to kill, purifies the air, and doesn't need anything more than water seems like a great start. I got mine here.

I've been doing this every weekend for the last month, and it's done miracles for my workweek.

Let's be real. $14 for a cocktail when what you really want to do is just catch up with a person is exhausting. It's exhausting, because it would cost $2 if you made it at home, and it's loud at the bar, and you're already thinking twice about your goal to wake up the next morning and go for a run before the sun comes up -- if GNI is any indication, I'm not the only one here.

Those nights can be capital F U N -- and I mean fun, because last Saturday I was sipping a cocktail and playing some (very bad) pool in the East Village. But, on the off chance you find yourself midweek drained emotionally, financially, maybe physically you might be looking for something that lifts your spirit.

I've started doing this thing once a week. It's simple, costs less than $5, and has helped me grow my network and improve my well-being immensely.

I've started going for coffee dates on Saturdays.

I've gone by myself to read, I've met a friend I hadn't seen in a little while to truly catch up, and I've used it as the perfect segue when establishing a new friend/connection after swapping information at a group event.

Why.

When I say it has been lovely, those aren't even the right words. I used to do this every so often but didn't make a concerted effort to keep up with it until now. Now that I'm making it a priority, it isn't daunting! They normally last between 30 and 45 minutes, are inexpensive, because hello drip coffee, you are a goddess, and I've found that the relaxed nature on the weekend is great fodder for conversation -- there was a dog who was so cute on the way! have you looked at this brunch crowd? how was work this week?

It's also an excellent reason to stay in on the weekend nights. My budget is a little tight right now. I've been wanting to still stay in touch with my best people but not at the expense of being unable to buy groceries for the week. This is the best of both worlds. I actually find that my network is growing and my friendships are strengthening, because, well, we're not drunk, and we're actually paying attention.

But what do I order.

Simple. Coffee! Or tea! Maybe a pastry or a more substantial bite depending on when/where you are catching up. I've been sticking to drip coffee (max $3) and splurged last weekend on an almond milk latte ($5).

Dress me.

Honestly, nothing is easier than a half up / half down hairstyle, a t-shirt (maybe the one you slept in? I'm not judging) underneath a crisp sweater, and a nice pair of jeans. The pop of color from the shoes is an unexpected surprise, and with everything else neutral, it really adds some great energy to the look. I might throw on a gold bracelet or a hoop earring for a little something extra.

Neutral Game Strong

First of all, those joggers are gorgeous -- and so are any athleisure style garb you might have in your closet. A cute sweatpant might work here too. I'm loving this look because of the camel colors, really. They play a nice wintry vibe on what could be a very summery outfit. The jacket and turtleneck for warmth, yet the crop keeps it interesting and plays well against the high-rise of the pant. This is a throw on and run out the door kind of outfit (but cute enough that you could have spent all morning putting it together). If heeled booties aren't your thing, try nude flats or white sneakers.

Here. For. This.

I will always celebrate leggings, a chic sweater, and an equally fabulous and over-sized scarf. It's my favorite look to fall back on and the best one, in my opinion, to rock on a Saturday. Simple rings and hair in either a top-knot or loose and flowy always pulls the look together.

+ What do you think? Coffee dates yay or nay? Tell me in the comments below!

I went for a massage at Chillhouse. It was chill.

I first read about Chillhouse in a travel article on goop — yes, I’m pretty goopy most days, or rather, try to be. I thought it would be an outrageously priced, only-worth-it-for-my-birthday (if that) kind of place, but when I clicked over to their site, I was pleasantly surprised to see it was more than reasonable for the quality of service offered.

And when it came to the morning I booked it, if it was under $100, which it was, I was going to make it work. Sometimes, when the world gets a little too dark for me, I think an investment in myself is more necessary than anything else. Sometimes, I make it to the end of the month and kick myself for not sticking to my budget. Balance is a b****.

Last week, leading up to the weekend, I was an overwhelmed and undervalued human – which, in my opinion, is one of the worst set of feelings to tack on to general anxiety. I couldn’t seem to shake my overwhelm, no matter how many times I repeated, “All you can do is all you can do. And all you can do is enough.” So I booked myself a 10 AM Chill Pill with Holly, and let me just say, this place is worth every penny.

Recently, I found out they have a monthly massage subscription for the price of about three cocktails, so needless to say, subscriptions will continue to be the best death of me.

Fast forward to the Big Day. I hopped on the Q down to Delancey and walked over to Essex. The street art (see below) along the walk is magnificent — even the truck fits in. The whole block is like this; bright colors, explosions of personality on an otherwise dull street.

I've always loved street art.

Just look at this! The whole street is breathtaking. If anyone knows the artist(s), I would love to give due credit!

I walked in and was instantly charmed. I had woken up early to start running again, trying to get back into that self-care intention like I mentioned last week. I was also excited, still high on an endorphin rush, and a little nervous to unwind in the company of strangers.

When I entered the space, it was just as chill as I know it intended and just as much what I needed. The café was the only part of the shop open when I first arrived, so I checked in and sat down to absorb it all. From the perfectly bright and airy shelves with pastel colored pottery (see the top, first photo), to the cactus next to the counter (see below), everything was curated simply and intentionally, much like I try to make my own living space. The café is the first designated space; then, through a wall of glass windows and doors, there is a series of manicurists' tables; and then, beyond, a gorgeous seating area for the masseuse to greet you before the back area of private massage rooms.

I liked the café so much I stayed all day.

I started the morning sitting with this view, taking in all the greenery, the way the tables gleamed in the sunlight, and all the intricate leather detailing the shop owners added to make the space earthy and comfortable. When my massage was done, I sat at one of these tables and finished the book I was reading.

Can I get a cactus?

If ever there was a cactus I wanted to steal, this was it. Somehow, this gorgeous plant was flourishing in the midwinter chill, and it was stunning.

The massage I asked for, the Chill Pill, is supposed to help anxiety subside and bring a deep state of relaxed healing. The site says, "stress can put your stomach in knots and lead to a general sense of unease and a recurrent state of illness. Find your zen with a massage tailored to calm the body and heal the mind." I think it's safe to say we could all use a little chill pill.

The last time I had a massage, I couldn't relax a bit, and I was mortified. But Holly was lovely and really set the tone for a lovely morning. I told her about the 20 pound bag I lug around on my left shoulder every day, and shrugging my shoulders, admittedly holding back tears, I told her my stress levels seemed unbeatable lately. Her kindness, and also her professional, emotional distance, made the experience all the better. She led me to the massage room (see below) where I undressed and lay down on the table. Aside from one moment on my right arm where she had to tap on it repeatedly for me to loosen up, the 50-minute massage was the best kind of meditation. Every time I found myself tense, I slowly relaxed my muscles until I was drifting and at ease once again. I took a deep, full breath for the first time in months. I unwound and felt free.

The Massage Space

This was the private room for massages. The minimalist detailing was wonderful. It certainly felt remote and like my own little home. The light fixture cast this dreamy glow that made me want to curl up and nap. Also, can I get that cart in my life?

When the massage was done, I put my clothes back on, snapped a few pictures because social media, and left the space to meet Holly who was holding out a small glass of ice water. She told me to stretch a little more – if only she knew I was a yoga instructor turned corporate – and asked me to return if I had enjoyed myself. Of course I did. Then she let me go about my day in dreamy bliss. It hit me that I didn't want to leave Chillhouse. Not at all. So I went back to the café, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat there for the rest of the morning reading The Underwriting by Michelle Miller. More on that next week.

Overall, I survived the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week leading up to that massage. It could have been my intention to practice what I preach when it comes to self-care, or perhaps it was the kind face Holly had when she said hello, but I survived. My stressors are relative, and I by no means call any of the hardships I face the most devastating or terrible in the world, but they did suck, still do, and I did all that I could to feel like I was enough.

+ What are you doing for self-care this week?

The Great Vibes Guide

A healthy, lifestyle blog created by Emily Friend, health coach and yoga instructor, to help the every man and woman feel energized, confident, and happy with their life and body without breaking a sweat, crying into a bowl of ice cream, or screaming into a pillow.